where characters are born
The first sketch -- soft edges, uncertain lines. She exists in the space between imagination and form, a prototype of warmth waiting to be colored in.
Reaching skyward with every revision. Each iteration adds clarity to the silhouette, though the dashed lines remind us -- this one is still becoming.
Round, soft, incomplete. Like her namesake, she is malleable -- still accepting new shapes, new possibilities, new stories yet unwritten.
One arm raised in greeting or farewell -- even the artist isn't sure yet. The gesture is a placeholder for the emotion still being discovered.
Head tilted in perpetual wonder. The dream-state prototype, hovering between sleep and waking, between concept and creation.
Where prototypes achieve their final metallic form